they’re wearingturned down faces and dejection likeit is a uniform they are privileged to own,forgetting that it is a loanfrom the consistently consumingculture created in our bellies, wewe stamp in time with a chantagreed upon before our existence,it isthe unwavering desired to be glorified by selfglorified by selfglorified byselfthere is safety in the masses untilContinue reading “uniformed”
Category Archives: Late Night Thoughts
dance
She is the dawn and I am the clouds she ever shyly tints. I am the reflective explosions of colour as she chooses where to leave her mark, Iam the birds first waking up after she rises, in my world I wish to control where she rises and sets butin truth there is no wayContinue reading “dance”
I pity myself a lot.
Do circumstances justify self-pity?
//glass//
I am in a glass box and I don’t know how to escape it. I have seen tigers ablaze and actors fake it, half wrung clothes spread out to dry, knowing no one would come to take them in because their purpose had been washed away like the dirt that stained them, I I seeContinue reading “//glass//”
a breath.
Hands are shaking and somehow, after years of practice I’ve forgotten how to breathe. Two twin birds are chasing each other around my belly, one is called freedom and she is rose-gold-two-tone-cannot-stand-to-be-alone feathers round her dreams. The other, his name is doubt and he is the color of the sea at storm, not the sameContinue reading “a breath.”
//fully knowing//
Faith, faith is hope in what we do not see. Faith is consistent belief. Faith is security and trust- it isstepping into entirely unknown places andbeing entirely certain that God knows where you are. Security and trust. Fully knowing and being fully blind, this this hope in what we do not see.
Cleaning outhouses and Jesus
This year I flew halfway around the world to go back home. While I was there, I did three weeks of CLT (camp leadership training) at Camp Bob and it was one of the best months of my life. One of the things that CLT’s are responsible for is cleaning the toilets for the wholeContinue reading “Cleaning outhouses and Jesus”
{alright hours}
Everything is loud at this time of the night. I can sit in the darkness and finally see light, examine every conversation and tone and “Try, try harder.” “Try, try less.” “Get more things.” “You’re so blessed.” This quiet is loud and my head is a mess. Often turning inwards only ingrains my worries intoContinue reading “{alright hours}”
Thoughts From a Tree 